Thursday, December 23, 2004

A disclaimer was released to all students and parents explaining that Santa Clause was just one of the possible unproven theories.

To make matters worse, Principal Fred Muscara sent the preteen home from the holiday dance by himself to change into more secular attire. His mother spotted her son in the rearview mirror as she drove away.
``He was crying, he was upset,'' Leslie Lafond said. ``He did it all to be Santa, to make people smile and laugh. That's what Santa does.''


I always forget about that book of the bible. The book of Clause 3:16 -- and the child who disrespect the attire of the jolly fat man let him feel the neglect of his dancing community.

Secular attire? When did Santa become sacred? This country keeps on confusing me. Getting along shouldn't be this hard should it?


The christmas blackout

Tonight was an important night for getting things done before our trip to NJ for Christmas. I had laundry to do and after that, some packing. We also have to get things ready here at the homestead for my sister to catsit. There is a lot to do and only one night to get it all ready. And so it would be fitting that on this night we lost power for about two hours.

No wrapping, no laundry, no phone, no internet, no lights, nothing. There was just nothing to do and after finding a bunch of candles and the flashlight The Wife and I sat in the candle light and let the gentle quiet settle in. Raindrops on the window and the occasional car passing by are all that we hear. The cats mill around but are sure to stay close and it is apparent that they know something is not right.

Then something happened. We started talking. No TV in the background, not over a quick meal, and not in the car while running errands. Talk. I can't tell you the last time we had as much fun talking. We didn't talk about anything specific or important and most of it was joking around but it is comforting to know that I can still have so much fun with the woman that I met almost ten years ago. We have lived together for about six years and have been married a little over two. Every time I find myself convinced that She has heard every one of my funny stories and anecdotes (and that I have heard all of hers) we have a night like tonight and again prove that I am a very lucky man.

The holidays are stressful. We all know it and it always becomes a struggle as we barrel toward the big day. Then, in a flash of ribbons and bows, ... Its over. The buildup is what becomes excrutiating, if I hear "Have a Holly, Jolly Christmas" one more time at work I can't be held responsible for my actions. Tonight we got a chance to get away from it all for a while. To forget about the packing and the driving to spend time together. The Wife and I have survived this season better than I could have possibly imagined. The struggles of this year have helped to strengthen our relationship even more and it has made me very proud of both of us. As I reflect on the year ending and ponder the coming year I am feeling more and more optimistic. It is a foreign attitude for me but I like the way it feels.

Happy Holidays!

Tuesday, December 21, 2004

I really do have to come up with a clever title for posting favorite quotes.

"As democracy is perfected, the office of President represents, more and more closely, the inner soul of the people. On some great and glorious day the plain folks of the land will reach their heart's desire at last and the White House will be adorned by a downright moron." -- H.L. Mencken

(lifted right off of TEV.)

Sunday, December 19, 2004

And keep in mind that I hate the mall.

There are only two people that I have to buy anything for on Christmas. My mom and The Wife. The Wife basically takes care of the rest and she helps to come up with suggestions on things for my mom but I never listen. Tomorrow I will be left with four more shopping days and not a clue what to get for either. Any suggestions?


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The Bottle of Merlot tonight has made me a bit prolific.

This from a little known writer from the Providence Journal. I have always loved Bill Reynolds' column. I have never seen his name in syndication lists so I;m not sure if anyone outside of RI knows him but he is great sports writer. Here is a great article that points out exactly why I didn't attend the "Sox Spectacular" at the Convention Center downtown tonight.

The old grey lady keeps blabbing about this thing called blogging.

This from tomorrow's (or I guess today's) Times...


There are as many different kinds of blogs as there are human impulses -- sex blogs, dating blogs, political blogs, technology blogs and music blogs. But 70 to 80 percent are varieties of personal journals. A few have broken into the Technorati Top 100: for example, dooce, No. 39, advertises herself as ''that girl who lost her job'' and ''managed to alienate her family because of her Web site.'' (You can click the links to read the nasty things she said about her parents and colleagues that got her into trouble.) Although men and women blog in roughly equal numbers, personal bloggers are more likely to be women than men. And the favorite topic of personal bloggers is sex.

I have to say it, I love Dooce. Ever since The Wife and I decide to start a family I have been hooked on checking in with her every day. Her and the Laid-Off Dad. In the interest of any publicity being good publicity the Times has been giving the medium lots of help in the last couple of months. I don't for a second consider myself on the level of any of the blogs that are written about anywhere. No one even reads this one except my wife anyway. (Thanks babe!) I am just glad with the publicity that someday down the road after I have developed a voice, and style, that I may use this medium to promote myself and my work. Go check out all of the blogs on the right because they are all very good and we need to support one another.